Firethorne

Chapter 34

Chapter Thirty-Four

Maya

H e carried me through to the bedroom, and then, releasing my arms from around his neck, he threw me down onto the bed.

“I might’ve brought you in here so you’d be more comfortable, but don’t think for a minute that I’m going to go easy on you,” he growled as he stood at the side of the bed, staring down at me, lying there, waiting for him. “Now take your fucking clothes off. I want to see every inch of you.”

The commanding way he spoke sent shivers down my spine and flutters through my belly.

Biting my lip, I watched as he reached backwards and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Such a simple action, and yet, he looked so fucking sexy. Then, with his heated stare never wavering from me, penetrating right through me with its intensity, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, kicking them off.

There was a sly smirk on his face as he watched me tentatively pull down my leggings, slowly kicking them to the end of the bed. Then, I sat up and began to take my T-shirt off.

“That’s it. Take it all off,” he demanded, his voice deep and gritty, reverberating right through me.

The lustful way he looked at me, like he couldn’t wait to devour me as he stared at my legs and then followed my hands as I lifted my T-shirt over my head, made me want to tease him more. To elongate the pleasure for both of us.

“I need to see you, Maya. All of you,” he rasped.

“I need to see you, too,” I replied, glancing provocatively at his boxers and the noticeable bulge I could see at the front.

He smirked and pushed them down his legs, then stood up, exposing his gorgeous body in all its glory. And glorious was exactly what he was. Strong, muscular, tanned, and so fucking perfect. Seeing him for the first time, how big he was, made my nerves flutter, and I tried to hold in my gasp. I couldn’t stop staring at his long, hard, thick cock. And he wrapped his hand around it, giving himself a few slow pumps as he watched me watching him.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His eyes were hooded with desire as he spoke, devouring me as I unhooked my bra. “And I can’t wait to fuck you, Maya. Your tight little pussy, your mouth, your ass,” he said with a wicked grin, and then, when he saw my breasts for the first time as I sat on the bed, he sighed. “And those tits. Fuck, they’re even better than I imagined.”

“You’re even better than I imagined,” I replied, unable to shift my gaze from his hand stroking his cock. “And I imagined you... a lot.”

He liked that I’d said that, and I felt the pride bristle from him as his shoulders fell back and his smirk grew more cocky and wicked.

He gave his cock a few more strokes, then climbed onto the bed and pushed me to lie backwards.

“No need to imagine any more,” he growled. “You’ve got the real thing.” And I felt his cock graze my thigh as he lay over me, kissing me brutally and hard.

His tongue plunged into my mouth, invading, tasting, taking what he wanted. Our teeth clashed, and our lips tangled in a punishing, almost bruising fight to claim each other.

He took my breast in his hand and squeezed hard, and I moaned through our kiss at the excruciatingly sensual touch. A touch that felt like he was branding me, claiming me as his. Every inch of me.

The gentle pulse between my thighs beat a little harder and a little faster in response to everything he was doing. My need for him growing stronger as he touched and kissed me like he wanted to fuse us together, body and soul.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, groaning into the kiss as he massaged and teased my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And when I arched my back, scraping my nails across his scalp as I groaned, he broke the kiss and said, “I love how fucking needy you are.”

“And I love the way you touch me. So, please don’t fucking stop,” I urged.

“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” he said as he started to kiss and lick his way down to my breast.

“Then give it to me,” I demanded, and he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me cry out. “Oh, fuck yes. That’s it.”

I fisted his hair in my hand and watched him feast on me. His tongue swirling and darting over my nipple, making my pussy throb with need.

He sucked hard, then pulled back, popping my nipple out of his mouth and blowing lightly on it. Then he moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, making me roll my hips forward, rubbing against him, trying to ease the yearning that I felt down there. I still had my panties on, and when he felt me brush against him, he popped the other nipple out of his mouth and said, “You’re so fucking wet, Maya. I can feel you on my leg. But those panties need to go. Now.”

He sat up and moved to the end of the bed, and told me, “Take them off, and then open wide for me.”

I did as I was told, wriggling my panties from my hips and pulling them down my legs. Once I’d thrown them to the floor, I hesitated for a moment, feeling a little unsure.

“Do it,” Damien commanded. “Open your legs and let me see you.”

Slowly, I rested back on the pillows and opened my legs, feeling the wetness between my thighs. I stared at him, heat burning in my cheeks. But his eyes never strayed from my pussy, and he breathed heavily, his voice coarse as he said, “Wider.”

I opened my legs wider, bending my knees so I could bare myself to him the way he wanted me to.

He nodded in approval and said, “Beautiful. Now use your fingers. Tease that pussy open for me. Show me every inch of you.”

I wanted to please him, so I moved my hands, placing them between my legs, and with my fingers, I pulled myself open for him, exposing my clit.

“And your pussy too,” he demanded.

I could barely breathe as I did what he said. I’d never been so turned on in my whole life.

His breathing was shallower now, a soft pant as he watched me graze my fingers over my pussy, touching and teasing myself.

“Fuck yourself,” he commanded. “Like you did in the cabin that night.”

I nodded and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I ran my fingertip over my clit, up and down then around in little circles, before I slid downwards and pushed a finger inside myself.

“More than one finger,” he snapped, and I obeyed, pulling it out, and then pushing two back in as he groaned in appreciation.

“Faster,” he commanded. “Rub your clit with your other hand while you fuck yourself.”

“Yes,” I sighed and began to rub my fingers over my clit as I pumped my hand faster. My hips arched off the bed in response, rocking furiously against my hands as I felt the familiar tingle bursting to life inside me.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and make us both come.”

I opened my eyes to find Damien stroking himself as he watched me. And the way his eyes glazed over, his mouth open as he thrust his cock into his hand, made the tingle grow into a spark and then an exquisite pulse, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

“Don’t stop,” Damien pleaded, still pumping his cock as he knelt between my legs, watching me finger myself. And then he let out the sexiest moan I’d ever heard as he came in hot spurts of white cum all over my pussy and my hands.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned. “Use my cum, Maya. Push it inside you.”

I pulled my fingers out, smearing them in his cum before pushing them back inside my pussy.

“So fucking beautiful,” he moaned, watching intently as I filled myself with his cum, and then he lay between my legs and pushed my hands aside, saying, “I need to taste this pretty pussy.”

His cum was dripping all over me, but he didn’t care. He buried his face in my pussy, spearing his tongue inside me and lapping like he couldn’t get enough. Groaning with each lick as he ate me. And all I could do was throw my head back on the pillow and scream at how fucking amazing it felt. He moved his lips, clamping them over my clit and sucking hard, and without warning, I came, my legs shivering as my hips bucked, and I cried out into the room, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

He held my thighs as they shook, keeping his face buried between my legs as the orgasm tore through me. My clit pulsed, my pussy flooded and contracted, and I tensed, willing the sensation to go on forever. I never wanted it to end.

Damien wasn’t giving up. His tongue flickered on my clit, rolling over and around in circles that drove me crazy, and before I knew it, another orgasm was sparking to life, only this time it was stronger, and I whimpered as my walls contracted violently, squeezing inside of me, warmth flooding my pussy. And the shivers I’d felt before became tremors, earth-shattering tremors, as pleasure ripped through me.

“More,” Damien demanded before covering my pussy with his mouth again and eating me like he was a starving man. His tongue teased me to perfection. His lips kissed and sucked me so beautifully I lifted my hips, wanting more, harder. And as I did, he put his hands under my ass and tilted me into the position he wanted me. “That’s it, fuck my face,” he growled, and I did.

I put my hand behind his head and pushed him into me, rocking my hips and grinding my pussy on him, and when I came for the third time, I gritted my teeth and snarled, “Fuck yes. Fuck my pussy. Fill me up and fuck me good.”

I didn’t even know where those words came from. They just spilled out of me like I was a demon possessed. But I wasn’t in control of my body, my mind, or my words. The only one in control here was Damien.

“Do you want that?” he asked, grinning up at me as his face glistened with our cum. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

I nodded, but he cocked his head to the side and tutted.

“Words, Maya. You know I like to hear the words. Tell me you want my cock.”

I reached forward to take his cock in my hand, but he edged away from me, and with another tut he said, “What are the magic words?”

I huffed.

“Please, Damien?”

He laughed.

“No. The magic words are, ‘I want to feel your huge cock inside me, Damien, and I promise to come all over it, squeezing it until I make you scream’.”

I smirked back at him.

“That too.”

He grinned, reaching forward, using his finger to trace delicate little strokes along my pussy.

“And when I’m inside you,” he said with a cocky smirk. “You’ll realise how fucking perfect we are, that you were made for me. That this pussy is all mine. I’m the only one you’ll ever want.”

“I already know that,” I replied breathlessly.

“Knowing and experiencing are two completely different things,” he said, then he crawled over me, holding himself above me as he stared into my eyes. “Last chance, Maya. If you’re not ready?—”

“I’m ready,” I snapped. “I’m so fucking ready that if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go insane.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, then he took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it through my swollen pussy, rubbing himself over my sensitive clit and teasing at my entrance. “I won’t lie to you. This might hurt at first.”

“I can deal with pain,” I hissed. “Now stop playing around and fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He reared back and then lifted both my legs, putting them over his shoulders before settling forward again. I was bent out of shape, but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel him. I wanted him so badly.

His arms were braced either side of my head, his cock against my pussy, and as his hips drove forward and he entered me, I screamed from the sharpness of the pain. He’d done what I asked and thrust into me hard and fast. And as his hips rested flush against mine, he stilled, his teeth gritted and his body shaking as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. No watering down. Remember?” I said, trying not to break the bubble he’d created. It did fucking hurt, but I knew the worst was over.

He huffed a smile, and the way his eyes darkened, I knew he was about to let go completely.

And boy, was I right about that.

He gripped the headboard above me, and leaning down, he whisper-growled in my ear, “Hold on tight.”

Then he started to thrust into me at a punishing rate, his hips slamming into mine, his cock invading my pussy, stretching me, rutting into me, and making my body jolt and writhe as he pinned me to the mattress.

I clung to him like I might fall into an abyss if I didn’t, and he pounded into me over and over again, groaning, “You’re so fucking tight, Maya. You feel so fucking good.”

The headboard was banging against the wall, my cries echoing around the room, mingled with his groans and the sounds of our sweaty bodies slamming against each other. It was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. It was more than euphoric. It was fucking mind-blowing. Life altering.

I could feel my orgasm building and I sunk my nails into his back, dragging them downwards until I reached his ass. Then I grabbed him hard, squeezing his ass as I begged him, “More. I need more.”

He pushed my legs up higher so he could slam deeper into me, and I let my head fall to the side, my eyes closed as I gripped his ass and moaned on every thrust.

“That’s it, Maya,” he growled. “Come for me.”

I angled my hips, chasing the high, and then I felt my walls clamp down on his cock as I came hard.

“Holy fuck,” he cried as he dropped his head onto the pillow next to me and continued to rut into me as I came over and over again. And then, with an almighty roar, he came too, his cock throbbing as he spilled everything he had inside me.

We both panted as we lay together, our bodies fused as our orgasms slowly subsided. Then Damien moved to sit up, letting my legs relax back down onto the bed as his cock slid out of me. I felt a warm trickle of cum slip from my pussy to my ass, and he used his finger to catch it and push it back inside. That was Damien’s kink. He didn’t want me to waste a single drop of his cum. It did something to him, knowing that it was inside me. It did something to me, too. It made me feel special. That he needed to claim me and own me in that way.

“You have the prettiest pussy,” he said, stroking his fingers along my swollen, aching pussy, pushing his fingers gently into me each time a drop of his cum seeped out. “I’d die a happy man buried inside of you.”

“Did I bleed?” I asked, and he shrugged in response.

“A little, but it’s okay. Blood doesn’t scare me.”

And he winked and then took his cum soaked fingers and lifted them to his mouth, licking once, then pushing them towards me and saying, “I think we taste fucking delicious. Don’t you?”

I felt my heart hammering in my chest, but I didn’t want to deny him anything. So, I leaned my head forward and let him push his fingers into my mouth, sucking on them before letting him pull them free.

“Now you need to tell me which part of you you’d like me to fuck next,” he asked. “Because we are only just getting started.”